The Wistful Incense

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the red clay of the Appalachian foothills into a slick, sucking mire that clung to the tires of Elias Thorne’s unmarked sedan like a living thing. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant in the county’s special investigations unit, and he was leaving his post not because he had been relieved of duty, but because he had decided that the only way...

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